2, 3
Just another bunch of torn-down college graduates
Trying to find a place to sit down for a while
Too pun tough to fake it, too belligerent to take it, sitting down, early town
Just another bunch of would be desperados
Failing to pace themselves against the grain
Strung out on semantics, Holiday-Inn vigilantes, late night, early town
Oh Los Angeles, how do you sleep
You seem so full of cocaine and self belief
If I could get me some, I'd take it and I'd run
Oh but it's just another late night, early town
La, la, la, la, la
Is it too late, to be postmodern lovers
Is it too late, to straighten out the show
The sky is turning gray, and now the after-party fades, we're coming down, on an early town
Oh Los Angeles, how do you sleep
You seem so full of cocaine and self belief
If I could get me some, I'd take it and I'd run
Oh but it's just another late night, early town
Late night, early town
Am I supposed to sleep, here all alone
'Neath the shadow of the mini-bar, with the promise of a spectra-vision girl
A spectra-vision girl
A spectra-vision girl
A spectra-vision girl
A spectra-vision girl
A spectra-vision girl
Ah those spectra-vision girls
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